We are the helpless, tortured by the blazing Sun,
Tormented by the rain that floods the land,
Persecuted by pain forever knocking at the door,
Every time we walk there is a tight rope
Stretched between the ordinary and fear of the unknown.
Each day we tackle the impenetrable snow ,
Starvation, Crime and War,
The estrangement of men and women.
A coupling that destroys the soul of both parties.
The unwanted child tortured by a lonely mother,
We want knowing we will never receive.
Wanting is a torture because we always want more.
And in the end Death is racing towards us with a knife in his hand.